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Kaitlin had told herself on Friday night that she was going to sleep until noon on Saturday. She could tell by the angle of the sun that it wasnt that late but she awoke so rested she didnt care about the hour.
May had sent word through a blushing Nathan the afternoon before, that she and Marcail were invited to the Taylors for supper on Saturday evening. They were to also plan to take their baths, stay the night and go with them to church in the morning.
Kate shuddered at the thought of tackling Marcails hair. After visualizing herself washing that thick mass as well as her own in the dish-pan, she decided to accept Mays offer. But right now the whole day stretched ahead of them and Kaitlin was going to start it with prayer.
As she remembered her family, her mind returned again and again to Joey Parker. Kate thought he was one of the most precious little boys shed ever encountered.
She had surmised right away that he was not as well liked as the other children and even though they played with him, he was always on the outer fringes of their special talks. There were certainly other children who didnt really fit in either. But Joey was the only one who appeared to be from a very poor home. And after Marcail explained her tears the day before, well, Kate couldnt even think of the boy without her own tears starting.
Please Father, use me. Help me to help him. I want so much to go to him right now and hug him and ask him to church but its too soon; I know that. And I also know that You love him and died for him. Please God, make the pathway to this little boy clear so I can tell him of Your love.
Kate prayed for many minutes in this vein, and not until she realized that Marcail was stirring beside her, did she begin to pray for her friends in Hawaii, Mr. Riggs, the Taylors and her other students.
Good morning, Katie. Marcails voice was heavy with sleep but she was always cheerful in the morning.
Morning, Marc. How did you sleep?
Good. Are we staying at Taylors tonight?
Yes, I think its a good idea. Its hard enough to do your hair without you having to bend over for half an hour.
Maybe we should cut it.
What would Father say?
I dont know. She was silent for a moment. He is coming back, isnt he Katie?
He said that he would and I know that hell come as soon as he can.
The girls had a leisurely breakfast and then went to the post office. There was a letter from Aunt Maureen and they decided to wait until they returned home to open it. As they walked past the shipping office, Gil hailed them.
Hi. What are you two up to?